Nian Xiaoqiao then found that there were charcoal pots and cotton cloth around Feng Su. The charcoal pots were warm and warm, the cotton cloth was white and soft, and the man holding the cotton cloth was even more delicate and gentle.

It is the most intoxicating tenderness in this world.

Nian Xiaoqiao's cheeks were slightly red, but she didn't feel hesitant. She sat in front of Feng Su and raised her hand to lift her long hair and handed it to Feng Su, saying, "Then I'll bother you, Lord Qianzhang."

Feng Su took her hair and bought it with a cool touch like silk, smooth and elegant, black and soft.

As he slowly wiped her hair, they slid down from his palms, as if there were, they were touching his heart, like naughty feathers.

Feng Su gently clenched his palms and slowly wrapped them. The ink-colored hair wrapped around his slender fingertips. This scene made his heart beat slightly faster and he felt uncomfortable all over.

It was as if... something was occupying his territory bit by bit. Although it was slow, it was absolutely strong.

But... the thing was soft and beautiful, and he couldn't bear to refuse, and wanted to defend his territory, so he could only look around and hesitate in a daze.

The little man sat obediently in front of him, his slender neck and Xiaoqiao's ears were faintly visible in the ink hair, and his skin was delicate and fair. Feng Su accidentally touched it while wiping her hair for her, and the little man heard a soft laugh.

"Haha, sir, don't touch my neck, I'm afraid of tickling~"

itch?

Isn't itchy?

It is irritable, itchy and unable to soothe. When you go back and forth, the saints will get angry.

Finally, Feng Su simply rubbed randomly, used internal force to dry Nian Xiaoqiao's long hair, and said, "Okay."

Nian Xiaoqiao was so dizzy that Feng Su rubbed it. When he heard it, he was stunned: "So quickly?"

"Yes." Feng Su rubbed her long hair, confirmed that it was not wet, "It's completely dry, you go to bed earlier, and you'll have to hurry tomorrow."

Nian Xiaoqiao looked back and smiled sweetly at him: "Thank you, Lord Qianzhang."

Under the lights, the little girl's eyes are as bright as the stars.

Feng Su: "..." is here again. That thing is not only soft and beautiful, but also very dangerous.

Feng Su: "No."

Feng Su stood up suddenly and almost ran away in panic. Nian Xiaoqiao was stunned. She grabbed her head, but the touch of her hand was very messy.

Nian Xiaoqiao: "???"

She hurried to the bronze mirror and looked at it, her face so angry that she turned black.

"Damn it! Lord Qianzhang, come back! What does it mean to rub my hair into a chicken coop?!"

But Feng Su had run away long ago, so Nian Xiaoqiao had to re-censor it by himself, but he was still angry.

Pooh!

Even if he is gentle, he is still a clumsy man!

When Nian Xiaoqiao closed the door angrily, Feng Sucai came out of the corner with a complicated expression. He looked down at his chest.

The rapid heartbeat seems to have not calmed down yet...

What's wrong with him?

Are you sick?

...

The next day, Nian Xiaoqiao was "scented" by a strong smell. She changed her clothes and ran out of the room quickly, but saw Feng Su putting a table full of delicious food in the flower hall.

There are soup dumplings, fried dumplings, beef vermicelli soup, hand-rolled noodles, fried crispy whistle, steamed rice cakes and millet crisps. Although they are not luxurious and expensive meals like the palace, for Nian Xiaoqiao, who has been hungry for more than ten days, it is a dew from the sky!

Seeing the delicious food on this table, Nian Xiaoqiao immediately threw away the word "stinky man" and said excitedly: "Master Qianzhang! Are these for me?!"
Chapter completed!